My head asked me to make an account back of the last days of vacation, so I removed a new sheet from the ARGIA calendar on August seventeen. He proposed the following problem: “What is the name of the administration that covers the entire territory of the Basque Country?”

Despite the holidays, a damn smartphone tweet forced me to go to the beach. "What a mess! In summer, in Hendaya and taking the car.” The unexpected bramido prevented me for a moment from thinking about waiting for the response of the calendar.

By the force of thinking about that, I turned on the radio. The news was coming from Catalonia. “August 17, 2017 will be another day of the universal calendar of jihadism, marked in black,” I impatiently thought. The Hendaya Sea Boulevard I loved Rambla of Barcelona.

Thursday 17. He was holding the page at the car's command station. My head asked me what I was going to write for the first time in this panorama: “Will you write in Catalan? About the Basque Country? From the administration of the entire territory of the Basque Country?” Is that possible? In Catalonia yes, but in the Basque Country?

By then he had already started in the Colegio Vasco de Hijura, which is said to bring an institution of his own to Ipar Euskal Herria, starting with Iparralde. Knowing that the location of Hendaya in Iparralde is becoming more and more difficult: “The Basque College is the result of a denial. It is not the proclamation of the Territorial Commonwealth of the Batera platform. Some say ‘we have achieved what we wanted’, others say ‘no, we have not achieved what we wanted’. The draft must be consolidated in the popular votes of 2020, that is, when the assembly of this institution is elected by the citizens directly or by universal suffrage. The question is to define territory. If not, Iparralde has a party.”

I parked the car and watched the response to a movement on the calendar. “You can call it as you like, but it still doesn’t exist.” At the same time, teenage boys and girls were writing on two side walls, to my astonishment, with markers on their hands instead of smartphones.

Curiosity brought me closer to reading the writing: He who reads it is silly.